Long Swilling Poems

Nucleotidings
by Michael R. Burch

“We will walk taller!” said Gupta,
sorta abrupta,
hand-in-hand with his mom,
eyeing the A-bomb.

“Who needs a mahatma
in the aftermath of NAFTA?
Now, that was a disaster,”
cried glib Punjab.

“After Y2k,
time will spin out of control anyway,”
flamed...

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Can I go to the bathroom? This place is full of jackasses. This place is full of jackasses jerking each other off. This place is full of ignorant, parochial, zit-sucking jackasses undeserving of their place...

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous...

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The Bullingdon Club was founded in 1780 about 240 years ago.  An elite
private club for male Oxford University students, selected for their wealth,
and willingness to take part in club activities.  It was originally...

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Last call for alcohol, embargo 
              on the cargo headed for Fargo? 
         ...

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I remember as a little girl 
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house 
I was sitting reading a story book 
As quiet as a mouse 

I asked to be pardoned 
To go to the...

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No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation 
nsync with baby boom.

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I...

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Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness, where 
Groups of so-called righteous men
Drop indiscriminate bombs
On fellow humans...

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No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got...

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THE QUILL SWILLERS CLUB

connections and perceptions started in July 2008
a typical day of apathy
where the temptation was to hibernate
relaxing with local newspaper
browsing lazily at leisure
an advert caught my eye with a treasure

my long awaited calling...

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Artificial Sentience

Another bad idea doing a number on the gist of guilt
Of nothing new, 
the same old talking points voodoo
Of everything left to prove
Of everything left to hide
Sides being taken, swilling back another last gasp
Zoning...

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after swilling as much sicera 
as he could pound down
a middle ages drunk stood over in the
corner
somewhere in the alley behind the
church,
whipped it out, closed his eyes &
flushed out all his toxins down upon
what he...

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On the beach board
I watch life ... and my
life goes by ... I seek ...
what I don't know ...!

Comes the tired athlete,
training for life ...
running lucky that
insists not to arrive ... like this
like me...

Right behind...

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Like an intricate mosaic with just one missing tile.
You know something is wrong and has been for a while.
Surreptitiously working its way into your mind.
Not wanting to admit an illness, saying things will be fine.

The...

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Lila had no Mom now to make her Halloween costume
Just her Communion dress, adorned by angel wings she’d made 
A halo of gold chrysanthemums she laid at Mom’s tomb
But dusk was falling as in the...

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This here tale's 'bout a woman, name of Annie Barron
Like most female folk, she's kind and she's carin'
But the thing about Annie that veers from the plan
She's a whiz with her hands, as good as...

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or

The Value of Romanticism

"Suspicious of Reason, romanticists prefer leaps of faith
-- in addition to leaps off cliffs,
aside from bridges."
-- in the soup
the brain of Reason 
sole 
not stuck in muck

*   *  ...

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In an imaginary world where believe is everything,
there existed a dress of a magic perception,
for any occasion or who you meet it changes to its occasion.
Like the individual feeling you sense in that circumstance,
giving the...

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Inside a bar in my town
I drown brown sorrows, swilling beer after beer
Feeling tall in my gaunt gown as I play the clown
Wishing I could wipe away her memory into a low gear 

Which in...

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Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
  ~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...

an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping ecstasy of erudite exactitude
elegantly and eloquently embossed, embedded
  ~...

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Its the breathing of relax ! which mingle mixes beneath the roof of tamping rain drops, beyond the road salt stained glass, i know ! Its cold, of passing wheels, at early o'clock and the...

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In Suffolk where the barley grows,
Its said that folks have seven toes, 
And 'round some parts of Sutton Hoo,
They've grown an extra finger too!
They're banjo players one and all, 
And tractor drivers but that's not...

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The sea was in a beer swilling mood.
Peroni guggling in frothy blasts.
Swirling, white and foamy, cool gulps hitting the back of my throat found my feet and shins and knees. 
Pulling back sucking my feet...

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I Wish I Were Irish 

For the gift of gab, the blarney stone I’d kiss
Upside down by ankles dangling, I’d do this
A story-teller I’d surely be
Risking life and limb ‘tis me
To spew flattery among every...

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What is it about a Wizard's appearance that gives me pause?  I 
     always find myself guessing about what type of lurid surreptitious 
     act of...

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